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I had just started my new job in the police service and was trying to settle in and get to know all my new colleagues. After a few days, I was paired with a guy called Fitz, who I took an instant like to. He was tall with an athletic build, short dark hair, and a beard.
There was just something about him: He was funny, cheeky, confident, and really good looking. I couldn't help but let my mind wander throughout our shift, thinking about us meeting up outside work and doing things that I, as a married woman shouldn't do with anyone else other than my husband.
Fitz and I are both from Northern Ireland and the only two in the station. This helped us bond and we became very friendly and talked regularly. At first, our conversations were platonic, just getting to know each other stuff. Then our chats turned flirty, hinting that if we were both single we would hook up. This went on for a few weeks but we never let it show in work, we kept it professional. After all, I am married and he has a girlfriend.
One night we were tasked with taking a missing youth back to a place up north. It would be a four-hour round trip from our station and to top it off, it was in the winter with light snow and the roads were treacherous.
As I was not cleared to drive the vehicles yet, Fitz had to do all the driving, which wasn't ideal given the length of the journey, the road conditions, and it being 1 am. Our sergeant said that if we needed to, we could pull over and check into a hotel on the way back depending on how Fitz was feeling and the road conditions.
We set off for our destination with our young runaway in the back of the van. Fitz and I started off with general chit chat but it wasn't long before our conversation turned flirty. We knew our passenger couldn't hear us and I'm glad she couldn't.
Fitz started quizzing me about my marriage, asking if I was happy and a few other mundane questions before he asked about my sex life; what I've done, what I haven't, favourite positions, use of toys, fantasies, have you done it outdoors, etcetera.
I was a little uncomfortable answering such personal questions given that we had a passenger and that I didn't want him to know that after thirteen years with my hubby our sex life was non-existent. Even when we did have sex, it was the same position in bed every time. No toys, no spice, no frills.
I was aching for someone to take control of me and fuck me like there was no tomorrow, but I couldn't tell him that. So I skirted around the topic and tried to deflect by turning his questions back on him.
Fitz was more than forthcoming about his sexual activities and it made me jealous. He portrayed himself as being very dominant in the bedroom, using toys and restraints, explaining how he likes to fuck and spank.
I was getting really turned on to the point where I could feel the crotch of my thong getting wet. I decided the best thing to do would be to change the conversation to something more innocent before I did or said something I might regret.
After dropping our passenger off we made to head back for our station. The weather was getting worse and Fitz couldn't stay awake so he drove to the nearest hotel, as it wasn't safe for us to continue. I was dreading it. A night alone in a hotel with Fitz; could I stay strong and faithful?
We went to check in and could only get a room with 2 single beds in it. I thought, oh no if we share a room will something happen? As we entered the room we de-kitted, taking our stab vests and belts off. As this was a spur of the moment thing, we had nothing with us: No change of clothes, no nightwear, nothing. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, I needed a moment to think. How am I going to get through the night?
I saw a bathrobe so decided to change out of my uniform leaving just my bra and thong on and put it over me. As I exited the bathroom, Fitz was in bed and I could see his uniform on the chair near his bed. The thought of him possibly naked underneath the covers sent a warm tingle down my body to my pussy, and I could feel myself getting wet.
He was propped up on his elbow just looking at me giving me a cheeky grin. It took all my self-restraint not to jump on top of him. I walked over to my bed and climbed under the covers, taking the robe off so I was just in my underwear. I said I was tired and rolled over to go to sleep. If he had of said one word or looked at me I think I might just have given in to temptation.
After about ten minutes or so, I could hear heavy breathing. I listened closely and was able to work out that Fitz was masturbating. I really wanted to see but I had my back to him and if I moved he might stop. I was getting really turned on and started moving my hand slowly down to my clit and started rubbing it.
It was hard trying to control my breathing and keep my movements to a minimum, but I was so aroused I needed to sort myself out. I had gotten so lost in my own needs that I did not hear Fitz stop and walk across to my bed.
I suddenly felt the covers move as he slipped into the bed and pressed his body into the back of mine. I could feel his cock, rock-hard and bare, against my ass. A hand undid the hooks on my bra and then glided across my back round to my breast.
I'm not the biggest but my breasts are a handful and he started squeezing them using his thumb and finger to play with my nipple, pinching them, elongating them, driving me wild. I had no fight left in me. I just wanted him to take me, do what he wanted with me, and hopeful satisfy me better than my husband ever had.
As he played with my tits I pushed my chest out slightly so he could get a better feel and I let out a little moan as he played with them. I started to move my hips and grind my ass against his bare cock that was behind me. I wanted it so bad. I needed it!
Fitz pulled me onto my back and straddled me, pulling my bra off. He leaned over and kissed me harshly, our tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. I moved my hands up to his head, running my fingers through his hair, holding his head in place, relishing our kisses.
Fitz then started to trails kisses down my neck and over my chest until he came to my breast. He kissed around my nipple and then ran his tongue over it before taking it in his mouth to suck and bite on it. As he was doing this, his hand was on my other breast and his finger and thumb squeezed my nipple hard. I squirmed beneath him pushing my hips up, my body unable to resist his touch.
Fitz told me to keep still or he would stop. I didn't want him to stop as I was enjoying it too much but I couldn't keep still. The pleasure I was feeling was building and I couldn't stop myself from moving. As I moved again Fitz stopped playing with my breasts and said, "As you can't do what you're told you'll have to wait." I wasn't thrilled at the idea of having to wait but I changed my mind when I realised what he had planned for me.
We moved positions so he was on his back and I straddled him, my hands resting on his cock. I could feel it throbbing under my fingers, it was so hard and big, and I don't just mean length but the girth, too. I let my fingers run up and down his shaft exploring it. He told me to suck it and no sooner were the words out of his mouth than his cock was in mine. With his cock filling my mouth I wondered how I was going to fit it all in.
After a few slow sucks, I took my mouth off his cock and ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling my tongue around it, tasting his pre-cum, before taking it in my mouth again. I started to suck his cock, taking more and more of it in with every suck. Suddenly I felt his hand on my head and he began to control how fast and deep I went. I heard him moaning and could tell he was getting close.
I placed my hands on his hips as he fisted his hands through my hair, keeping my head in place. Then I felt his cock stiffen and creamy, hot cum shot down my throat. I kept still, letting him empty his load into my mouth and swallowed before licking every last drop of cum off his cock.
Fitz then got up and moved behind me and bent me over so I was on all fours. He pulled my hips back so that my ass was in the air and took my thong off. I felt exposed but I didn't care, I just need him to treat me like the dirty little slut that I was.
He reached in between my legs so that his hand came to rest on my stomach. He then slowly moved it back towards my pussy and then rubbed my clit. I felt like I was going to combust. He then ran his finger down to my pussy and over my lips. I wanted so much for him to insert his finger but he didn't, his hand kept moving backwards, away from me, until it was no longer touching me.
Then his palm connected with my ass. He spanked me, hard. This resonated deep inside me and turned me on even more. Again, he took his fingers and teased my clit, before rubbing them over my pussy. This time he inserted a finger slightly before pulling it back out and then spanked me again.
I begged for relief, for him to put his cock in me, but he warned me to be patient before he spanked me, this time harder than before, and returned to teasing my clit and pussy.
I was a dripping wet and a mess in need of relief. Then I felt it, he had slammed his cock straight into my wet pussy, his balls slapping on my clit. Fitz was big, bigger than my husband. It took a few thrusts before I got used to his cock and then the thrusts got harder and faster. I pushed my hips back to meet each one of his thrusts, his cock filling every part of my pussy.
It wasn't long before I unravelled and came hard with him still fucking me. He then pulled out and told me to turn over. As I did I was greeted with him shooting cum all over my chest. I let it drip down over my breasts while I licked his cock clean. That was the best fuck I'd had in a long time. I kissed him and then went to the bathroom to have a shower.
Stevie
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